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Describe tumblr in one photo:

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i got too optimistic and forgot kamala harris was dealing with the combined powers of racism and misogyny

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reblog if you need a hug

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VIGGO MORTENSEN as ARAGORN The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers • 2002

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Frank just waking up to his girl grinding on him. Like intentionally or not, it happens every once in a while and drives him wild like ??

Omg I love thinking of this like Frank is sooooo used to it at a certain point. He's awaken by you, straddling his thigh while you lay half on top of him and still half asleep. He can tell that you're already soaked and must be dreaming about something because your hips are bucking inconsistently. He'd be all groggy and half awake, putting his hands on your hips and directing your motions a bit, murmuring "I got ya sweetheart, s'alright, make it feel good" as he tries to get you off.

Or if you seemed particularly worked up and really soaking him he'd ease you onto your side and tug your shorts aside and guide himself in, nearly like giving a pacifier to a whining baby, the action instantly soothing you as he lazily pumps his hips in and out.

God I'm a pervert.

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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

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It’s been a long day…

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Just for the record

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He just a tiny bit insane and we love him

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HES BACK!!! THATS MY BABYYYYYY

New glimpse at Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle in Daredevil: Born Again

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"Astarion with the Head of Cazador", a Caravaggio pastiche painting.

Did this earlier in the year. I never had a tumblr before so I'm sharing it now.

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To not be dramatic but this episode reminded me of renaissance art on the ceiling of an intricately designed place of worship - and that is before considering all the Sicilian peppered throughout. The whole episode was beautiful from inside Lilia’s perspective and outside of it, but especially from within. The cinematography, the sets, the colour, the costumes, the associations, the transitions, and most crucially the emotions and insights into Lilia, how she sees herself, the coven around her, and her love for them, for witchcraft. GOSH. Not to sound dramatic but watching this was like crawling through the colourful glass of a shattered stained glass window, the pieces still glittering and gorgeous. I’m in warm sunbeams, yet they’re painful. I’ve watched it three times back to back, cried harder each time. I’m welling up now just thinking about it, actually. I’m not sure if marvelling at the beauty of everything is healing me or hurting me even more.

LILIA, oh LILIA.